ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
Anonymous, "Byron, a Dirge" The Sun (22 July 1824).
1808: Hewson Clarke
1808: Henry Brougham
1809: Melesina Chenevix Trench
1810: Robert Southey
1810: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1811: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1811: John Murray
1812: Henry Crabb Robinson
1812: Mary Russell Mitford
1812: Granville Penn
1812: Sarah S. Pugh
1812: B. B.
1812: George Ellis
1812: Francis Jeffrey
1812: Thomas Denman
1812: Chandos Leigh
1813: J. C. Blaby
1813: Rev. Francis Hodgson
1813: A Lady of Boston
1813: Henry Gally Knight
1814: George Daniel
1814: Thomas Barnes
1814: H. S. B.
1814: T. C. Holland
1814: B. B.
1814: Unus Multorum
1814: Tom Tit
1814: James Hogg
1815: James Hogg
1815: T. Dutton
1815: Robert Gilmour
1815: C. S.
1815: C. S.
1815: John Taylor Esq.
1815: W. J. Extempore
1815: George Ticknor
1816: John Hamilton Reynolds
1816: John Murray
1816: Melesina Chenevix Trench
1816: Leigh Hunt
1816: George Taylor
1816: Thomas Stott
1816: Sir Walter Scott
1816: Francis Jeffrey
1816: Chandos Leigh
1817: John Chalk Claris
1817: A Lady of Glasgow
1817: John Neal
1818: Sir Walter Scott
1818: John Chalk Claris
1818: P. G. Patmore
1818: Mr. Rymer
1818 ca.: Elizabeth Cobbold
1818: An Old Friend
1818: Sir Walter Scott
1818: John Wilson
1818: Chandos Leigh
1818: Rev. Barton Bouchier
1819: John Keats
1819: Rev. Lionel Thomas Berguer
1819: William Gifford
1820: Jeremiah Holmes Wiffen
1820: Charles Lamb
1820: William Wordsworth
1820: David Carey
1820: Thomas Mulock
1820: John Wilson Croker
1821: Rev. William Lisle Bowles
1821: John Scott
1821: Bryan Waller Procter
1821: W. H. S.
1821: George Milner
1822: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1822: John Graham of Lifford
1822: James Harley
1822: Robert S. Coffin
1822: G. G-m
1823: Frances Wright
1823: J. H.
1824: Eleanor Dickinson
1824: Sir Walter Scott
1824: Richard Hatt
1824: A Harrow School-Fellow
1824: J. J. Leathwick
1824: Thomas Charleton Smith
1824: John Dodderidge Humphreys
1824: Nathaniel Hazeltine Carter
1824: Bernard M. Carter
1824: Rev. Carlos Wilcox
1824: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
1824: Dr. James McHenry
1824: T. W. R.
1824: James Gordon Brooks
1824: Charles Sprague
1824: Robert Southey
1824: Dabney Carr Terrell
1824: Thomas Haynes Bayly
1824: J. S. W.
1824: Thomas Stott
1824: Thomas Stott
1824: W. P. B.
1824: Matthew Gregory Lewis
1824: J. B.
1824: John Taylor Esq.
1824: Sarah S. Pugh
1825: William Hazlitt
1825: Rev. William Lisle Bowles
1825: Thomas Enort Smith
1825: Hugh Brown
1825: Charles Caleb Colton
1825: Sophia Hyatt
1825: Charles Symmons
1825: Elisha Tatham
1826: George Lunt
1826: Richard Ryan
1827: James Hogg
1827: C. T. R.
1827: M. A. B., aged 14
1828: Leigh Hunt
1828: Walter Savage Landor
1828: Rev. George Croly
1828: H. Cox
1829: Mary Howitt
1829: Anna Brownell Jameson
1829: Rev. Oliver William Bourne Peabody
1829: James Gordon Brooks
1830: Rev. Henry Francis Cary
1830: Felicia Hemans
1830: Rev. George Barrell Cheever
1830: John Herman Merivale
1830: C. H.
1830: Mary Shelley
1830: John Wilson Croker
1830: William Kennedy
1831: Sir Samuel Egerton Brydges
1831: John Wilson
1831: Willis Gaylord Clark
1831: Henry Gally Knight
1831: Thomas Babington Macaulay
1832: John Abraham Heraud
1832: John Taylor Esq.
1833: Alaric Alexander Watts
1833: Allan Cunningham
1837: Caroline Norton
1839: Chandos Leigh
1842: Robert Story
1843: John Holland
1846: John Dix
1851: Dr. David Macbeth Moir
1857: Samuel Griswold Goodrich
1873: Joseph Devey
1877: Bryan Waller Procter
1880: John Addington Symonds
1891: Samuel Smiles
1893: George Saintsbury
The wild harp is silent that gladdened the feast
At Liberty's banquet, outspread in the East;
And BYRON his last Lay of Freedom hath breath'd,
When his treasures were found, and his weapon unsheath'd,
Ah! who shall for Greece the impression renew
Of the songs that he sung, and the sword that he drew,
And the proud hope of glory, self summoned in vain,
From Thermopyle's portal and Marathon's plain?
Up! Tempest of War! — let thy lightnings release
The dark chain of her Hellespont! Freedom to Greece!
He who rivalled her heroes, and worshipp'd her charms,
Ere the first of his fields hath expired in her arms.
Alas! for the fierce thrill of fever that tore him
From friends that for ever were bound to adore him.—
Come ye who inhabit the clime of the North,
Drop a veil on his rashness, — a tear for his worth.
Will ye pause, in this hour, his excesses to measure,
Who in Liberty's scale flung his broadsword and treasure?
While ye number, for judgment, the statues he broke,
Recal what he wrenched from the Infidels yoke:
He tore the chill bond of your manners and laws,
But he seal'd in his death to humanity's cause.
Forget for a moment his Lays overflowing
With satire too daring, or passion too glowing:
Song burst like a lava stream warm from his soul,
In its love or its hate, o'er all human controul;
Sweeping on, as if Poetry's pulse had first run
From the clime of the East, and the font of the sun!
Feeble Modern, condemn not a spirit so bold,
That was cast for the cause in Antiquity's mould.
Give the laurel eternal, — the cloud pacing horse,
To the Bard that breath'd life through Antiquity's course;
And flung, like the ivy, his mantle of rhyme
O'er the mighty laid low by the scythe-car of Time:
Sage — hero — and beauty — divine in their day—
Live their bright life of glory once more in his Lay;
The Assyrian looks up from his death bed of flame,
By his Poet redeemed from long ages of shame;
And the genius of Athens, — the spirit of Rome,
Breathe again from the ruins that once were their home.
Weep! — daughter of Salem, an exile was he
Who poured thy 'lorn song over "far Galilee."
Mourn: Germany, mourn! for the Poet was thine,
Who romanced on the vine-bearing banks of the Rhine;
And Belgium, the dark Muse of Sorrow shall woo,
For the Pilgrim whose tears fell on red Waterloo.
Weep, Sons of Albania, your Laureat was dear,
Lovely Venice, lament the blue-eyed gondolier;
Iberia, thine olive branch dewed with a tear—
Lusitania, thy laurels hang thick on his bier!
And thou too, Helvetia! Sublimity's throne,
With Alp, Lake, and Glacier, and blue rushing Rhone;
And cataract swoln to rend mountains asunder,
And avalanche, rivalling e'en Heaven in its thunder,
Were thy grandeur or loveliness — calm or commotion,
By Pilgrim e'er praised with so true a devotion?
Ah! no! may the land of the landscape grow dim
On all eyes, when she ceases to echo his hymn;
Ye will mourn! but, alas! your affection is peace
To the pang that convulses REGENERATE GREECE.
Chief mourner for BYRON, her sorrows fall fast,
And her hair that was garlanded floats on the blast,
And the festival robe in her anguish is rent,
As her eye on the corse of her lover is bent:
For her's was the clime of the Poet's new birth,—
The sole tie of country that bound him to earth,—
The land that his genius acknowledged, and blest,—
The home where his pilgrimage ended in rest.
And there, on the shore that he chose for his own,
Let his ashes repose now, the spirit is flown;
And deem it but last as a labour of love,
The relics of BYRON from Greece to remove:
Pile the turf on his dust, amid classical graves,
On the greenest of hills, by the brightest of waves?
Where an early-bound pilgrim he worshipped the Muse,
And the laurel besought, that she could not refuse.
For he knelt not the raptures of Art to rehearse,
Was the laurel undying? — as deathless the verse!—
Tears of Beauty and Bravery, falling to nourish,
The evergreen bough that for BYRON shall flourish.